Season opening toss

Today marked the opening of a quirky summer sport of mine. It's sport within a sport that lightens my heart and step as I run on these heavy, humid mornings. The sport is quite unknown, requires no skill, and is an act of kindness, so it could catch on. It does require handling insects and being outside before dawn, so it probably won't. The sport? Cicada tossing! Seems that the lumbering insects can't always launch from pavement. So this morning when I heard one buzzing underfoot as it skittered over the pavement, I scrambled to catch it, gave it a gentle toss, and laughed as it buzzed away. The season's first pitch.